I don't know
What to make of these songs
That you sing in the dark
Loud noises and words
I don't understand
A language unheard of before
Or heard but never understood
Tell me at least
For who are these songs for
You sing and sing
Without any meaning
I don't know
What to make of your songs of thunder
But when you sing...
Everything listens.
2 comments:
Oh I loved the way you closed. Beautiful.
I don't know
What to make of your songs of thunder
But when you sing...
Everything listens...
God bless you.
@ Gazal - Thank you.
I have always been fascinated by lightening and thunder. As a kid, i used to turn off all the lights and sit by the window when the storms came knocking. I still do.
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